Chapter One

On a cool summer evening, while her husband in downtown London for a few days with Dudley, Petunia Dursley was looking out her window when she swore she saw something – or someone – lurking in the shadows.

Nervously she grabbed Dudley's old baseball bat and sat in the living room, her teeth chattering and her knees shaking. Harry had been asleep for hours, but she was slightly caring and didn't feel the need to wake him up. He was too much of a nuisance.

She heard a knock on the door.

Biting her lip so as not to scream, she knew it would be one of them.

However, she was in for quite a surprise when she finally opened the door.

There, wearing the same black robes he always did, his face hadn't changed one bit since she last saw him, and his hair hadn't either. At her door stood Severus Snape.

"Se – Severus Snape! What are you doing here?" She whispered.

"May I come in, Petunia?" he asked.

Petunia nodded hesitantly and ushered him into the house. "What do you think you are doing here at this hour?" she half-yelled, still trying not to awake the sleeping five year old.

"I want to see the boy," he said, no emotion in his words or in his face.

"He – he is asleep." She said firmly.

"It shall only take a moment," he replied in that creepily seductive tone of his. Petunia shuddered, but Snape ignored her and walked towards the cupboard under the stairs.

He muttered something, and much to Petunia's surprise, the door opened swiftly and silently, and she jumped her seat and just about wet her pants.

Snape stared at the boy for a few moments. "Can't – see – his eyes," he mumbled to himself.

Petunia's eyes shot to look at him. Of course he would want to see the boy. He wanted to glimpse Lily's eyes again. She got goose bumps every time she looked at them. They were so like her sister's. And yet in every other way, he was exactly like his scumbag of a father.

Snape sighed in defeat and walked back into the living room. He sat on the couch and after a few moments of thinking something over, finally spoke. "You did not come to the funeral." He said.

Petunia, horrified that he would remember such a detail as he was told there were hundreds of people at the wedding, glared at him. "If I remember correctly, Severus, you did not go to the wedding."

He glared at her with such immense hatred, and although she knew it was not towards her, it angered her. "What reason would I have to see the only person I have ever loved marry the one who I hated the most?"

Petunia bit her lip. "I don't know what to say," she whispered.

"I loved her," Snape said bitterly. "I loved her more than I could ever love anything."

For a moment the muggle thought she saw a tear running down Snape's cheeks, but when she looked again he was emotionless. She knew he had hardened his heart.

"Lily's death was hard on me."

"It was hard on everyone," Petunia said.

"Why weren't you there? At the funeral?"

Petunia hesitated. "I - I was forbidden. By Vernon. He doesn't like your kind."

"My kind? You say it like it is something to be ashamed of! I do recall you sending a letter to Dumbledore asking if you could attend Hogwarts." Snape replied, any trace of sadness in his voice being replaced by coldness.

"I was a child," Petunia said. "Can you blame me? I had just found out my sister, and best friend, had magical powers. I always dreamed of having magical powers..." Snape sensed a bit of nostalgia in her voice.

Petunia changed the subject, not wanting to continue. "Tell me now, Snape, why are you here? It can't be only to see her eyes, can it?"

Snape stiffened. "You don't understand," he said. "I am to watch over the boy. Treat him well, Dursley. He is all that is left of her."

The man then stood up, thanked her for her time, and disappeared in an instant.

Petunia sat there, tea still in hand, quite shaken, wondering if he had really been there, or if it had all been a dream. She stood up, walked to the cupboard, and looked at Harry, only three years old. She leaned forward and kissed his little head, right where the horrid scar had been placed. Turning away, she looked at the picture hanging on the wall of the cupboard. The only way Petunia could remember exactly what her sister had looked like. She then picked it up and threw it in the fireplace. She would be the mother Harry would never have. She would protect him from her husband's harsh ways. And all for one reason:

"I miss you, Lily."

A/N: Well then. Petunia and Snape. Tee hee. Poorrrr Snape. My love. My dear. Har har. Anyways, please R&R! It only takes a second and makes my day! Sorry for the delay of the chapter!